𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝?~~ Madness Combat oc lore

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One day, the two teenagers had got into a fight. They were behind some old and rotting building, half of it was already missing. "Alex how do you expect me to trust you when you kill people?! What in your right mind makes you think I'll accept you back because you killed all those innocent people, huh?!" Sarah yelled angrily, seething. "Nothing else I did ever fucking pleased you! It was the only thing I had left to resort to!" He replied, his voice not as raised as Sarah's but still twice as threatening. "Are you fucking mental?! You think because maybe we aren't a compatible pair, you'll try to fix it by murdering people. Reeeaaal fuckin' smart of you, Alex." She responded, venom poured out onto her voice, the sound of it was so unpleasant. This was the only time the man hated hearing her say his name. "Well then tell me what the fuck to do to make you happy! Go on! Fucking tell me what I could've done!"

He was a lot more than angry with her, his fists clenched and his voice getting louder. Those crazed and wide eyes staring into her soul as she went silent. "Yeah that's right." He said, before getting attacked. Sarah had lunged at him, knocking him off balance purely because he was off guard. She had taken a knife and stabbed him in the chest, scarily close to his heart. He threw her off, only to be hit with her again as he was standing up. She was like a rabid chihuahua, attacking him with all her force possible. Lord knows where she was getting all these weapons from.

He tried to defend himself against her, but he was struggling quite a bit. He punted Sarah off himself eventually, and then a bullet went flying past him. It luckily didn't hit him, but he was still surprised that Sarah had managed to snatch the gun off his holster. He scrambled past the bullets that were scarily close to his head, the girl still dodging his swiping hands and attempts to save himself while shooting. She was a damn good aim, just not good enough this time. She only hit him in the shoulder and the chest a couple times, one bullet grazing his hand.

!! WARNING: GORE !!

Then Alex grabbed hold of her arm and broke it with a swift strike down on her forearm. He heard the wet crunch and the blood dripping onto her sleeve, her cry of pain louder than ever. Her bone was definitely exposed by now. She fell back after he had kicked her down to the ground. The gun was now in his hand which was bleeding. He approached her, she scooted back on the ground. He stomped down on her leg, her frail body cracking under it. Her leg was definitely broken now. She yelped, scooting away as much as possible until she hit a wall. She had cornered herself. Alex stood in front of her, not moving, just blocking her way.

His eyes calculated her every movement, the silence around the two was getting thicker and thicker in the air. He stared menacingly down at her, the girl in question was suffering. Pain seared through her body, her nerves practically on fire. She could feel her bone in her arm sticking out through her flesh, she could even see that it was like that through the sleeve. Her leg felt like a knife had been oddly put in it, the knife scratching against her muscle and stabbing it. That knife was real, but it was her bone and not an actual knife. She had a nosebleed and bruises, a cut on her shoulder, and a slightly dislocated shoulder. Shit hurt. "You wouldn't kill me, after all you did to get me back? You did all this and now you're gonna throw it all away?"

"..."

"Say something Alex. Please."

"..."

"Alex! Baby, it's me! You love me, you care about me, I'm the one you love! What am I to you?"

She pleaded. 

"A burden."

The gun was raised and aimed at the girl's head. Her eyes widened, her lip quivered, she shook her head no. She didn't want to die, not today. She backed up into the corner in fear, her adrenaline cancelling out her pain. She stared directly into the crazed look that was staring down at her. "Alex, please, I love you. You can't do this.." She said, her voice breaking in fear. A moment of silence fell between the two, before a smile crept onto Alex's deranged face. He looked her dead in the eyes. "You can't do this to me.."

"Oh, yes I can."

The gun fired, a loud bang cracking through the night. Her head went flying back against the wall, hitting it hard. Her brains spilled out and splattered against the worn concrete. Her cheek went with it, the same cheek Alex had held and caressed many times before. He watched the life drain from her body, going from her to the ground. He lowered the revolver, that smile growing bigger and more genuine. A sort of serotonin type of feeling came to him, the boy felt all giddy and excited again like he had before. He watched her corpse settle into it's final position, her hood blown back to reveal what she looked like under it. Or at least what she looked like now. 

~ Safe to read ~

He grabbed a small container of lighter fluid from his pocket, dumping half of it on Sarah. He'll use the other half later. He grabbed a match and lit it, throwing it onto her. He watched her body engulf into flames, satisfaction filling his mind at long last. He sat down about 7 or 8 feet in front of her burning corpse, taking a cigar he got from who knows where out of his pocket and lighting it. He's only smoked a few times, and he can quit when he wants to. He just does it on special occasions. He sat there and enjoyed the quiet night, smoking as a celebration for the girl to finally be out of his life. Peace at last.

Funny thing is, they were both dressed nicely for a special occasion, so he was wearing a suit.